Tremble

Because I have known you for so long,
I must fake my strength while my knees weaken.
Strength and honor are my clothing, so it must be.
But do you know; how with the tracing of a finger on my wrist,
I become undone; and drawn into a series of Genesis-type kisses?

We embrace, I feel the thunder of your heart.
I hear the sound of my skin caressed like a quiet surf,
and you come to rest, as a high tide upon the lips of passion.
Wellsprings of waters flow from our overcome eyes,
Yes, I am only yours and I always will be.

It is vanity to think I can hide the depth of my passion,
for any time and for any logical reason, as you are it's source.
But you must know this by how my being does tremble.
Long years I was too overcome and worthless in my own eyes.
So I saw not your loyal vulnerability and infinite sweetness.

It would have catapulted me into the heavens then,
as it does now, while I lay here and feel your body tremble.

by Kimarie Manhart-Freeman